http://blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2009-04-19 07:30 pm
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So, apparently what you do when your girlfriend pretty much drags you, kicking and screaming, back into the realm of what can only be called 'functionally broken' is take her out on a date.

A proper one.

Jenny kicked him out as soon as he was dressed so she could get ready, so there's a Bart hanging out in the general bar area.

He's wearing a suit.

He gave his flowers to bar for safe-keeping, but still, a suit. (Kid cleans up nice.)


Tiny future tag: Jenny

{Jenny's thread shall be last, which means if anyone wants to go eye him while he waits for her, he is totally open.}
toxic_perfume: (glancing up)

[personal profile] toxic_perfume 2009-04-20 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
He runs fast, Jenny said. But -- that fast?

Her lip would curl a bit, if she weren't carefully keeping control of her face at the moment. Another one. Hells.

(The words in her hand say: Possibly not, but I think I know you.)
toxic_perfume: (noir)

[personal profile] toxic_perfume 2009-04-20 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You're Jay, aren't you?"

It's said in a friendly tone, even warmly. She knows he saw her coming; he stopped pretending not to watch when she sauntered over.
toxic_perfume: (fully in control)

[personal profile] toxic_perfume 2009-04-20 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that's adorable. He's defensive. For a moment she seriously considers mentioning his grandfather, just to see how he'll react.

"I'm Lara," she says instead, smiling. "Jenny's told me all about you."
toxic_perfume: (fully in control)

[personal profile] toxic_perfume 2009-04-21 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yes." Cheerful. "I see she took you back."
toxic_perfume: (fully in control)

[personal profile] toxic_perfume 2009-04-21 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Still smiling. "Though that would be a while ago now."
toxic_perfume: (backlit)

[personal profile] toxic_perfume 2009-04-22 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
And the monosyllable gets a laugh. "Oh, dear. Are you always this terse?"